When I close my eyes at night,
When I lay on my bed, I
Hear Shadows and
See Voices.

I begin to scream in silence,
Pleading for my anonymous Lover,
Hiding Somewhere
To Save me,
I lay helpless without wings
As darkness falls,
Leaving me wandering in the dark hours.

I slowly espied through my windows,
Like a princess waiting for a serenade coming from the Northern Winds.
Can I wait through out the night?
This night is getting too long,
I need a friend,
Someone to carry me in his wings to lands unknown.
Or maybe I could swing from the Chandelier,
And find myself on your Shores.

And
Here he comes,
To Save me from the hands of loneliness.
Opening my eyes,
It was nothing
But an imagination,
Here I am, again waiting for a serenade to
Come with in search for me,
For cold is the winds that comes from the Southern Pole.'